180 FIFTEEN DAYS ON THE DANUBE. 
up in his cart to guide us back to the right road, and we 
now went on, over stock and stone, the cart following as 
well as it could, and in half an hour reached the decoy-hut in 
the well-known valley. There we determined to lie in wait, 
as ‘we had still some time to spare; and on getting within a 
few yards of our ambush, we saw, wheeling round at a great 
height, a flock of ten or twelve vultures and several eagles, 
who had doubtless detected the dead horse, and were looking 
about to see whether there was any appearance of danger, 
while two other large birds of prey were cruising over a 
clearing nearer the ground. An hour passed quickly by, and 
though we distinctly heard the hoarse cries of the birds, and 
saw them circling high overhead, still none of them would 
come down to the exposed bait. 
We therefore left the place, went back to the carts, and 
drove towards the outlying hills, past the shooting-lodge, 
to which we bade a last sad farewell; for the few days 
that we had spent among these charming woods and moun- 
tains had made us both very fond of them, and it was 
with feelings of great regret that we looked back at the 
summits of the Fruska-~Gora when we had got outside the 
woods. Such hunting-grounds as these Slavonian mountains 
are now indeed but rarely to be met with in our realms, and 
they offer to the sportsman, who prefers hard work and wild 
interesting game to easy civilized shooting, everything that 
he can desire. 
The day had now become quite fine, the heat grew more 
and more unbearable, the insects kept buzzing about, and the 
air was so sultry and oppressive that we had hopes that there 
would soon be a storm to clear and cool it. 
The well-known way was quickly traversed, the village. of 
Gerevié rapidly passed, and we reached the steamer, where 
we found the gentlemen waiting on deck to tell us what they 
had done yesterday. Brehm had just come back from a 
